Best Noirs Poems
Film Noirs GoneFilm Noirs dead
But the voiceover's in my head
it tells of ash-can alleys
and dingy motels
pulp magazines tell their own tales
I'm in a dark corner
I'm waiting for you
for a kiss before dying
that's all I can do
there are lonely places
long goodbyes
short hello's and deserted streets
in the city that...
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noirs, america,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme